Radhamani Sarma

Oh! My God! It Is Nowhere To Go

It is not God’s Land, any more, much is submerged, ancient is gone, Good old days are buried alive. I swim on the seemingly safe currents tossing above, Oryx, restrains its move, Crazy bull with fierce looks attacks not but recede, Market fairs look defeated, Ozymandias, no longer subdues Our passion and prided anger, Yet, human Temerity tames tangible. lay your head on your hands and brood over how to recompense the loss.